Chapter 5 The Trials

The Count clapped his hands to give the order to leave... the four slaves then rushed on all fours across the room, under the gaze and noisy encouragement of the guests.

 The "race" of the four slaves started off with a bang and offered a very enjoyable spectacle to the public. Their asses filled with colored "tails" made their advance more clumsy, and their desire to be the fastest as well. Slave 12 had resolutely taken the lead in this race, just ahead of the only female in the event, slave 46, a little behind they were followed by slaves 22 and 69... The public screamed and the encouraged them to speed up by chanting the colours that adorned their rumps, Red for the slave12, pink for 46, green for 22 and blue for 69...

 Slave22 was about to start a slalom between orange and white construction markers when a rotten fruit came crashing down on his face, paralyzing him with surprise, which slave46 took advantage of to get ahead of him. Indeed, if the public had remained riveted on the race during the first few seconds, someone had remembered the baskets of damaged fruit that the Count had made available. The Ladies had been the first to think of it and it was One of Them who had thought of it this way to benefit the only female slave in the race. 46 had thus resolutely taken first place, waddling her well-filled rump as she progressed between the markers. The three males followed her at some distance under the jeers of the public and under a rain of rotten tomatoes that splashed their naked bodies and hampered their movement. If the Gentlemen remained shy, the Ladies had fun aiming wildly at the faces or buttocks of the three male slaves who were sliding on the debris of fruit. After having overcome the various obstacles of the outward journey, the slave46 finally arrived in front of the bones to gnaw, she quickly grabbed one between her teeth and took the path back while the three males were barely arriving.

 Preserved, certainly, but also more agile than her opponents, 46 had taken a significant lead while the three male slaves, each now equipped with a bone, were engaged in a real battle to not be the one who would be eliminated. They waddled ridiculously, to the great delight of the guests, under the satisfied gaze of the Count and his distinguished guest The Marquis of Evans who was observing with a certain interest the evolutions of the slaves of his herd, already imagining how he would choose to punish those who would prove unworthy of His training. Slave 46 was already crossing the finish line... she was clearly very well trained to move on all fours. The long walking sessions held on a leash by Her Master Sir Evans had borne fruit perfectly. On the other hand, the three males would need to be re-educated... The Marquis of Evans was already imagining how he was going to teach them to become better dogs.

 Just at that moment, a tomato hit slave69 in the face, the shock and especially the surprise making him lose the bone he was holding between his teeth... slave12 and slave22 were already taking advantage of this to accelerate and approach the finish where slave46 had already been taken back on a leash by one of the Count's muscular servants.

 While slave69 was desperately trying to get the bone back into his "mouth", the other two were also crossing the finish line. Amidst the jeers of the guests, slave69 reached his tower. The three males were then taken back on a leash and thus led to the foot of the armchairs in which the Count

 and the Marquis had taken their places.

 They were arranged from left to right, in the order of the race ranking... The guests who had followed formed a circle again, awaiting the announcement of the Two Masters of Ceremonies.

 The Count turned to the Marquis of Evans:

 - "Your Honor, my dear Marquis" The Marquis thanked him with an elegant nod and stood up.... He approached slave46 and placed his hand on the back of the female's neck, patting her with a soothing and protective gesture.

 - "That's good 46, you were a good female dog, lively and thoroughbred... You deserved to be the first and you knew how to satisfy your Master. Don't slack off and don't disappoint me"... The guests applauded this brief but precise comment. Then The Marquis approached 12 and 22. He made no gesture towards them, contenting himself with contemplating them from all His Height...

 - "You have fulfilled your contract since you are continuing the tests. I will not comment on your performance..."

 Then, He went towards the slave69 who was waiting, his forehead on the ground, his back arched and his rump raised, like the other three... At a gesture from the Marquis, a servant approached and handed a riding crop to the Marquis. Without adding a word, the Marquis suddenly brought the riding crop down on 69's rump... A real flash of pain lashed the slave's ass, going up his spine. But he didn't have time to really realize the pain before the second, then the third blow fell.

 Slave69 tried to keep himself as still as possible under the blows, clenching his teeth on the bone he still had between his teeth. The blows fell regularly, mercilessly... Ten blows... before The Voice of the Marquis rang out in the silence that had fallen on the room.

 - "You have been unworthy and you will pay for it. To begin with, let us go and install this low-class bitch in the pillory, where he will await his fate. Let us instead devote ourselves to the next entertainments imagined by our very imaginative host"... While two servants were dragging 69 towards one of the pillories, the Count in turn got out of his armchair to approach the three still prostrate slaves...

 - "Good! Since you liked the first test, let's move on to the next one."

 The guests nodded with loud encouragement as the Count clapped his hands again. Two servants then approached, each carrying a sort of stool. They set them down in the center of the room. They were low, metal stools, with a thick dildo pointing upwards on the seat. The servants removed the "tails" of the three still qualified slaves with a gesture and made them stand up before leading them to the stools.

 "Here is the rest, my friends," said the Count. "You probably know the game of musical chairs... Well, here we are: three slaves, two stools, they will be blindfolded, and their hands tied behind their backs. When the music starts, you can grab them, push them, grope them, they must lose all sense of space. When the music stops, they must then look for the stools and come and impale themselves on the dildos that adorn them. There are only two places, whoever cannot find a seat will be eliminated"...

 The two stools with a thick erect dildo on them were now in the very center of a space that was delimited by the guests of the evening. Only a space had been made on one side, in order to clear the view from the two armchairs occupied by the Count and the Marquis.

 The three slaves, female46, male12 and male22, were waiting for the new test they were going to have to face. Their necks were still adorned with the thick studded black leather dog collar symbolizing their servile status, their eyes were blindfolded and their wrists handcuffed behind their backs. Around them, the tension was palpable, the audience having been very excited by the previous test.

 Further on, the male slave69 remained exposed to the pillory, his ass still filled with the plug that had served as his tail during the test where he had proved too inept. In his head, the worst anxieties were jostling. He knew that he would not stay away indefinitely and that from this evening he would pay for his clumsiness... And that would be nothing compared to what awaited him when he returned to his Master's castle, where he would have to endure his Master's wrath and the appropriate training that would aim to improve his poor performance.

 But the attention of the moment was elsewhere... Around the three slaves still in the running, who were preparing to face their second test. The Count clapped his hands in order to channel the attention...

 - "My friends, my friends! The time has come for the second test. My servants will distribute thin baguettes to you. In order to enhance the game, you can use them on our three dogs when they stray towards you. Do not hesitate to use them to make the game even more fun!"

 He clapped his hands again and the music began. Servants hustled the three slaves toward the center of the open area around the stools. All three moved haphazardly, trying to get their bearings and find the spot where the two stools had been placed.

 But as soon as they approached the circle formed by the audience, they were jostled and lost all bearings, then delivered to the sarcasm of the audience who enjoyed seeing these vile creatures thus ridiculed. Suddenly, the music ended! Just as the female46 and the male12 attempted a step aside, they collided and the female fell heavily, while the male staggered to the side, immediately caught by the stinging blow of a dexterously handled stick coming to smack on his thigh, tearing a cry from him... It was very bad for him, because this cry was judged very out of place...

 How could a well-trained slave let out such a cry from a simple blow?

 The offended public (the probable weight of surprise clearly not weighing in the balance) then attacked the unfortunate slave on whom the blows of the wand began to rain down. Even if they were not applied with too much vigor, the blows were enough to disorient the slave12 who then lost all composure... falling to his knees under a hail of stinging blows which streaked

 his skin with red welts...

 Meanwhile, female46 was also being beaten. In her fall, she had curled up on the ground and the sight of her beautiful, pale-skinned rump had inspired some of the guests to take real pleasure in writing a few pretty red marks on it... She was now getting up while a somewhat tipsy guest helped her by grabbing a nipple and pulling it firmly upwards... female46 managed not to moan and straightened up following the movement of the One who had grabbed her.

 Meanwhile, somewhat forgotten following the collision of his competitors, the male22 had been able to approach by feeling his way to the stools. A shock against his foot made him understand that he was close to the goal... He tried to stay focused despite the shouts, the jeers and the blows of the wand, and positioning himself slowly, he began to bend down hoping that he would not lack skill.

 Finally he felt something rubbing against the side of his buttock... he repositioned himself and felt as the erect dildo lining the stool pointed between her buttocks.

 A few applause already rang out as the long, thick dildo sank easily into the bottom of Master Sir Evans' slave22, who watched the scene with satisfaction. The female46 and the male12 were still wandering around the space

 formed by the circle of guests. But E12MSE had been greatly weakened by the treatment he had just undergone, and some took pleasure in making the air vibrate by waving their wands close to him.

 The cruelest ones were still hitting him, others were content to scare him... Meanwhile, E46MSE was progressing, the Guest who had grabbed his nipple had kneaded it hard, making it protrude and several hands had come to search his orifices a little or brush his skin decorated with a few pretty red streaks.

 But, having appreciated the docility of the female slave, the guests had also put her in the right direction to join the stools. Hesitant, but motivated, the female advanced towards the last available stool... In turn, she came to position herself approximately and began to lean over, opening her rump widely... and came in turn to impale herself on the dildo of the stool. Being thus deeply penetrated gave her a strange feeling of relief...

 And as the dildo sank into her widened anus and fucked her deeply, she felt happy to have succeeded in this new test. While two servants took E12MSE to a second pillory close to the one where E69MSE was already exposed, the two "qualified" remained impaled on their stools, under the delighted gaze of the guests who were waiting for the rest... ...

 Female 46 and male 22 were therefore the two final competitors in the running.

 Around them, the circle of guests closed, because everyone wanted to see them more closely and appreciate in their eyes the sensations aroused by the dildos now deeply embedded in their anuses...

 The course of the tests had greatly excited the audience and people were hurrying to approach the two slaves. It was only hands that were groping, fingers that were pinching, stretched, intruded... the female's nipples were firmly stretched, her breasts kneaded by anonymous hands that gauged their elasticity, the softness of the skin, the heaviness... those of the male were vigorously pressed, while hands with slender fingers squeezed his tail, scratching it as they passed...

 Deeply impaled, the two slaves endured these assaults docilely and silently. They tried to maintain a bearable position, while the slightest movement had a throbbing and painful effect deep in their foundations. But under the touching that multiplied and began to irritate their most intimate parts, they had a hard time maintaining a somewhat dignified attitude. They were two pieces of "meat", impaled, offered, of which no part of the body could escape the curiosity of the guests. They were given fingers to suck, their knees were spread even further to expose their sexes as much as possible, which were then exposed, seized, crushed without mercy.

 Still seated in their armchairs, the Count and the Marquis chatted while observing the scene. All this satisfied them and they hoped that the last test would be the apotheosis of this birthday evening, until the moment when the Count could dispose of his gift according to his most perverse whims and fully appreciate the devotion and the performances of the slave of whom he would become the temporary Owner.

 The Marquis of Evans then stood up and made his way through the crowd towards the two slaves impaled on their stools...

 - "Come on! Let these two slaves rest a little before the next test that awaits them. On the other hand! We have there two vile creatures who are awaiting the wrath of their Master... follow me" With his speech filled with authority and the charisma that inhabited him, the Marquis led the crowd of guests towards the slaves E69MSE and E12MSE who were waiting nailed to their pillories. Sir Evans came to position himself at the back of the two pillories, near the rumps of the two punished.

 A servant of the Count, dressed only in a sort of bikini of golden chains, came to present him with a beautiful leather paddle. After testing its surface, the Marquis began to correct the rumps of his two slaves. The paddle fell regularly, a blow to the right on the buttocks of the slave69, another to the left, on those of the slave12. The audience had fallen silent and the blows rained down in a cathedral silence, broken only by the smacking of the paddle methodically falling on the rumps of the two dogs which were beginning to take on a pretty red tint...

 Twenty times for one, as many for the other, twenty times the paddle fell on each of the rumps, until the ass of each of the slaves had taken on a beautiful red tint pleasing to the eyes of their Master Sir Evans. The servant with the chains then came to sit on a stool, halfway between the two submissives and seized their shrunken sexes which she began to squeeze between her fingers. The Marquis spoke again:

 - "Now this charming female is going to milk my two slaves... For the rest of the evening. I suppose that each of you knows what milking is? For those who don't: she is going to jerk off these two female dogs, and start over and over again, even when they have spat their slave juice. Of course, one can believe that I am offering them pleasure. This may be true for a few minutes. But you will have the pleasure of I will see over the course of the evening that this can become a real ordeal... Furthermore, I will entrust this paddle to one of these muscular males... And if one of our two slaves dares to moan, or beg... Then a few strokes of the paddle will not fail to remind them of the virtues of silence!"

 The female had begun milking the two slaves. Rhythmically, she moved her hands up and down, squeezing the submissive's noodle tightly, which was beginning to gorge itself. She acted with an almost clinical coldness, not seeking to give pleasure to the punished, but only to obtain the excitement of their penis, until a purely mechanical ejaculation. And then she would continue this movement again... and again... For hours if necessary, until she was ordered to stop. She had nothing against the two submissives, they were nothing, she was efficiently carrying out the task that had been set for her and she would continue like this, mechanically, like a perfectly trained machine. ...

 The maid did not stop milking the slaves E12MSE and E69MSE... her action had drained them of all substance but she tirelessly kept up the rhythm that made their sexes ever more painful. Several times, the slaves could not hold back moans, sometimes of pleasure at first, then of pain. With each moan they let out, the servant landed several strokes of the paddle on their offered rumps and their buttocks had taken on a color that turned purple, while in some places, the skin had burst into reddened and bloody streaks.

 To spare them even more pain (but especially for their own pleasure) guests had come to stand in front of the two slaves immobilized in their pillories and were now gagging their mouths with their sex which came and went until they came, flooding the mouths and throats of the two punished slaves. As soon as one of the guests withdrew, satisfied, another took his place, in an uninterrupted succession of sexes which sank in without consideration until flooding the mouths of the slaves again and again with a thick flow of noble seed. ... While the party was in full swing, the Count and his host the Marquis of Evans had approached the slaves E46MSE and E22MSE who were waiting for their next test, still sitting impaled on the dildo stools. Around them people danced and flirted without restraint and the finest alcohols and wines flowed freely, served on silver platters by the naked and perfumed maids that the Count had made available to his guests.

 Excited by the events of the evening, the guests took full advantage of these young females whose bodies were only adorned with a few fine chains that did not hide anything of their anatomy. They all had their bodies completely shaved and their nipples were enclosed in fine jewelry whose claws that served as clamps made the hardened nipples protrude.

 Distracted from their service function, some of them had already passed through the Hands of many guests... The Ladies taking part in these games, except when they preferred to snap their fingers to bring to Them one of the muscular servants who, just as scantily clad as their sisters, came to offer them all the pleasures that They could demand of them, without embarrassment or restraint.

 The servants had been trained to give pleasure without being allowed to enjoy themselves the frolics they were to lend themselves to. But when one of them dared to spill out, then the pleasure of whipping him hard was added to the enjoyment of Those who had taken advantage of his slave body and then punished him for having dared to believe they could enjoy (even involuntarily) these moments dedicated only to the pleasures of the Dominants.

 The Count and the Marquis enjoyed this spectacle seated on Their thrones, enjoying the attentive oral caresses of two young slaves chained to Their Feet. They had been specially chosen by the Count for the softness of their lips and their velvet mouths. For weeks, they had been prepared, isolated from all the rest of the count's livestock and preserved from any introduction into their orifices. They had benefited from attentive care and had not undergone any punishment so that their bodies were absolutely perfect.

 Before being presented, they had been bathed, their bodies creamed and perfumed. Then, a thin collar of silver metal had been fastened around their necks and they had been taken on a leash by two servants leading them by a thin silver chain and led on all fours towards Their Masters. Their long blond hair had been left free and cascaded down their shoulders as they walked obediently towards the thrones, their rumps undulating slightly.

 Now they were busy dispensing the deepest pleasures to the Two Masters by offering them their deep throats and taking them diligently between their soft and docile lips. The party was in full swing and the crucial moment was approaching...

 Two servants came to free E46MSE and E22MSE from their dildo stools... A real relief came over the two slaves whose asses had been stretched for so long by the dildo buried deep in their anatomies. A servant was standing nearby, carrying a sponge. She approached and began to dip the sponge in the perfumed water contained in the bucket, then she coated the bodies of the two slaves in order to clean them of the sweat and various secretions that covered them.

 When slaves 46 and 22 were properly cleaned, they were put on all fours and a leash was attached to their collars in order to lead them to The Masters.

 The servants each held their leash as short as possible and began to move the two slaves through the reception room. Little by little, the various groups began to stop their sexual games in order to contemplate the two slaves who were thus paraded, like the cattle that are presented to the assembly before an agricultural competition...

 The quartet moved between the groups, slaves 46 and 22 making sure to move with the sleek elegance of two perfectly trained female dogs, despite their painful asses with holes made gaping by the treatment they had just undergone.

 When this public presentation had attracted the attention of all the guests, the two slaves were finally brought before the thrones of the Count and the Marquis.

 As the servants left to return to the wings of the room, E46MSE and E22MSE prostrated themselves humbly at the feet of the Two Masters, awaiting the final test that would determine the slave who would be delivered as a birthday present to the Count for a week of total belonging.

 The audience once again formed a circle in front of the thrones and the Count stood up, smiling:

 - "Here comes the moment of the final test. It will be simple, my servants will spread roses across the room,

 our two slaves will have to go and get these roses one by one and bring them back to the foot of the thrones, the slave who brings back the greatest number of roses will be the chosen one who will become my absolute property for a week... (applause crackled) ... I'm not finished! In order to make the game a little more difficult, sometimes a gong will sound. The two slaves will then have to look for a Tail offered to their mouths and suck it deeply, until the enjoyment of the One who will have offered it to them. The best sucker of our two female dogs will gain time on her rival... And now, let the competition begin!"

 The Count returned to his throne as the crowd of guests dispersed across the room where servants had taken advantage of the Count's speech to scatter sumptuous long-stemmed red roses everywhere. A gong sounded and the two slaves rushed across the room in search of roses.

 E46MSE and E22MSE crisscrossed the room on all fours, hurrying to grab a new rose between their teeth before bringing it back to the feet of the thrones where they formed two roughly equal piles. Sometimes, a guest amused himself by placing a foot on the stem of a rose, thus preventing the slave from taking it away... It was a particularly difficult situation for the slaves who could only hope for the magnanimity of the guest who was tormenting them and would lift his foot without making them waste too much time...

 At the first gong, 46 and 22 raised their heads a little to try to spot Those who had freed their sexes... They advanced in the crowd while observing and found at about the same time The Sexes that they were going to have to satisfy. On their knees, with greedy mouths and soft lips, the two slaves greedily sucked the sexes that filled their mouths... Until a thick flow of semen came to fill their mouths and flow into their throats.

 They could then get back on all fours and resume their race for the roses. The two piles of roses were increasing at a steady pace, while the gong strikes followed one another, forcing the two slaves to pause.

 Obviously, the performances of the female46 seemed however to become more and more effective with the Gentlemen who offered her Their Sex to suck. Excited by the situation and by this beautiful female with the suave mouth, they discharged violently and 46 quickly swallowed the thick spurt before returning to the search for the last roses still spread in the room.

 Slave 22 was also trying his best, but clearly his charms seemed to work less effectively on the evening's guests.

 Finally, as the final rose joined the pile of E46MSE, a horn sounded in the room, announcing the end of the competition. The two slaves returned to prostrate themselves at the Feet of the Count and the Marquis. The two females who had just lavished their oral caresses on the Two Lords rose elegantly and undulating their hips went down the few steps to join the two slaves who stood prostrate, backs arched and rumps well raised facing the audience who had approached to discover the final count. Each female took charge of a pile of roses and therefore of the corresponding slave. They counted the roses one by one, then pushed the one that had just been counted into the anus of the slave they were looking after. The stems thus formed a large bundle which, little by little, widened the anus of the slaves again. Finally, under the applause, the slave E46MSE had managed to gather 28 roses which now formed a thick bouquet garnishing her ass and forming a large anal corolla. She had gathered many more roses than E22MSE...

 The Count rose again, and so did the Marquis of Evans. They shook hands warmly, then the Count turned to the guests:

 - "Well, here it is! So it is the female46 who will be my gift. And I am delighted! Let her be taken away so that she can be prepared, I will take possession of her a little later. And now, let the party continue!"